The other side of the platinum door

another day in quicksand

Still feel close to nowhere

I hope this is the right way



How come you see me as an enemy?

We just think in different words



I see beuty in dead flowers

I let the tide show me what's next

But all you do is fade away



There's no shame in being the fool

I've been to places you'll never find

The empty plate that you call home

Won't bring glimmer to future years



By myself, staring into space

You're just bored of the silence it makes